Traveling through 70's wine

Wen Qing found a clump of Dendrobium on a shady rock. She broke off a thick branch and put it in her mouth. A fragrant and sweet juice flowed into her mouth. They were real wild Dendrobiums. Wen Qing broke off some thick branches and put them in her backpack. She also dug up a dozen Dendrobiums with roots and put them in the space and planted them on the slope by the lake.

After digging up the Dendrobium, Wen Qing felt more confident about going into the mountains today. She walked for another quarter of an hour and came down another valley. Her eyes lit up. This valley was connected to the hillside next to it and was full of wild grapes. The flowering season had just passed and the vines were full of bunches of green fruits. Looking around, this wild grape forest was about seventeen or eighteen acres. One could imagine how pleasing it would be when the grapes ripen in autumn.

Wen Qing marked the location and climbed up the hillside again. Passing through the woods, she saw a plant on the ground with five palm-like leaves. Could it be the legendary ginseng? Wen Qing carefully dug away the soil layer at the root of the plant and dug out a piece of root that looked like a soil block. This should be Panax notoginseng, which is also a local medicinal material. Wen Qing found a few more plants nearby, selected a larger one and dug out the root block, dug out a few smaller ones and planted them in the space in the flattened land by the lake.

Wen Qing walked all the way into the mountains, and found some Dendrobium and Panax notoginseng along the way, filling up her backpack unknowingly. She put most of them into the space, leaving only a small half in the backpack.

Next, she planned to hunt some game, preferably wild goats and wild boars. Wen Qing dug a few traps in the woods by the stream, and used branches to make a fish dam in the stream. Then she entered the space and planted the picked Panax notoginseng, dendrobium, and several wild apple trees, wild pear trees, and banana trees. She also reclaimed an acre of land. She thought, in the space of the novels in her previous life, the owner could farm with his mind, so why couldn't she do it? She had to dig by hand? While complaining, she gathered the dug grass roots, piled the dried grass last time into a pile, and lit a fire to slowly burn it. She put the other picked herbs in the patio of the bamboo building to dry.

After doing all this, she left the space to see what game she had caught.

After searching several traps, she found that only two of them contained a pheasant and a hare respectively. She caught the prey, took out the dagger from the space, killed the chicken and the rabbit, washed them in the stream, made a fire by the stream, broke branches and skewered the rabbit to roast, then wrapped the chicken with banana leaves, covered it with yellow mud, and put it under the fire to roast slowly.

She roasted the rabbit carefully, trying to heat it evenly, and sprinkled a few grains of salt, mainly because they didn't have any other seasonings. It took almost an hour to roast the rabbit. The hare was not big, so she washed her hands, took the dripping roasted rabbit, and started to eat it. She had walked for a whole morning and worked in the space for three hours. She was really tired and hungry. She had finished the water she brought. She ate the whole rabbit in one go, feeling a little sorry, so she had to take the pheasant back for dinner.

He went to see the fish dam again and actually found that the net had caught four big fish weighing three or four pounds. Wen Qing strung the fish together with reeds and put them all in the backpack.

Looking at the sky, it should be afternoon, Wen Qing picked up the basket and walked back home. Passing by the place where she put the fish basket in the morning, Wen Qing harvested five fish weighing more than one pound, put them into the space, and put them into the lake.

Fortunately, we didn't encounter any large animals along the way, so it was safe and smooth.

It was already dark when Wen Qing got home. Wu Qing had steamed sorghum rice, cut pickles, and heated up the leftover chicken soup from yesterday, waiting for her to eat. Wen Qing put down her backpack, took out the pheasant that she had roasted at noon, and said, "Another delicious snack to add to the meal." She then took out the fish and put it in the big iron pot, ready to clean up after the meal.

The pheasant weighed only one pound and was only salted, but the two of them still enjoyed it to their heart's content.

After they finished their meal, Wu Qing didn't ask her where she had been, but took the initiative to clean the fish in the pot. Wen Qing said, "The temperature is high now, we can't leave it there." She planned to make the fish into a finished product and sell it.

Wen Qing cut the fish into small pieces, marinated it in soy sauce for half an hour, then fried it in a frying pan until crispy, and finally soaked it in soy sauce soup with sugar. It was already early morning when she finished all this. There was nothing to do at night in the countryside, and everyone had to work hard during the day, so they all went to bed early, otherwise the aroma of the fried fish would be eye-catching again.

At five o'clock in the morning, Wen Qing got up, wrapped the smoked fish in large banana leaves according to half a pound of portions, tied them with straw ropes, put them in a backpack, and quietly went out. There were a total of 20 pounds of fish pieces. She did not plan to sell them in the town, but planned to take the first bus to the county to sell them. Although she did not have a letter of introduction, she would go and come back quickly, did not stay in the county, and the letter of introduction would generally not be checked.

It was still dark when Wen Qing arrived at the town. She waited at the bus station for a while before the first long-distance bus arrived. She followed other people with bags on the bus. Wen Qing put the backpack in front of herself and took out a dime to buy a ticket. It was about a 40-minute drive from the town to the county seat.

This time, making smoked fish used up most of the oil in the house, which had to be replenished. Secondly, she also needed food and cloth, and it would be best if she could get industrial tickets.

It was just past 7am when we arrived at the county bus station. The county was much busier than the town, and the morning crowds were filled with people rushing to work. Wen Qing was not in a hurry to sell things, but walked towards the crowded direction with her basket on her back. After 8am, the rush hour was over, and Wen Qing walked to the family quarters behind the textile factory. At this time, most people had gone to work, and the people coming and going were workers and their families who had finished their night shifts.

Wen Qing saw an old woman in her 60s walking by and asked quietly, "Do you want some smoked fish?" The old woman was dressed neatly and carrying a basket, and it looked like she was going to buy vegetables. The old woman stopped and said, "What smoked fish? Let me see." Wen Qing took the old woman to the corner of an alley, put down the basket, took out a bag of smoked fish, and said, "I made it myself, it's guaranteed to be clean and fresh."

The old woman looked at the brightly colored smoked fish and asked, "Can I try it?" Wen Qing took out a pair of chopsticks, picked up a bit of smoked fish, and said, "You can try it." She handed it to the old woman, who picked it up and put it in her mouth, taking a sip carefully. The fish was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a strong sauce flavor and a slight spicy taste.

The old woman asked, “How much?”

Wen Qing replied: "Eighty cents a bag, half a pound a bag."

The old woman asked, "Can it be a little less?"

Wen Qing said, "It's not expensive. One pound of fish can only make half a pound of smoked fish. You also need to add oil, sauce, sugar, and other condiments, which all cost a lot of money."

The old woman thought about it and realized that pork without a ticket would cost 8 yuan per pound, so selling half a pound for cents was not expensive. She asked again, "If I give you a ticket, can you make it cheaper?"

Wen Qing asked: "What kind of tickets are they? Food tickets are worth ten cents per pound, cloth tickets are worth fifteen cents per foot, and oil tickets are worth twenty cents per half a pound." The old woman bought two bags and spent one dollar and five pounds of food tickets.

The old woman said, "My home is in the family quarters. Go over to my home and I'll ask others if they want it for you."

Wen Qing said gratefully: "Auntie, the people you introduced bought some, I will give you 5 cents per pack as a thank you."

The old woman took Wen Qing to her doorstep and went to look for someone.